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I feel like FINALLY someone over there is like, “okay FINE. We WON’T make you wear all that LUNATIC stuff anymore because you can’t carry if off and it’s making us both look bad. Here. This is pretty, in a powerfully retro way. TRY IT.”

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They are by Oliver Peoples, and if you have $400 or so lying around, they can be yours. Get to steppin’. Which Jennifer is doing here, in what was a very confusing sequence of events for me. She arrived at Letterman wearing this really foxy red tank dress, in shoes that are sexier than the ones she wore the other day and MILES AND MILES better-fitted to her foot. Even with how it’s meant to look like her chest is straining the fabric and giving us a peek, I think it’s fabulous on her, and that we should all be blessed to look like this while we’re getting ourselves around town.

And THEN she changed into this outfit for Letterman: A black dress and a white coat and gold shoes. So I don’t know where this perfectly foxy ensemble went, but it didn’t end up on-stage, and it didn’t LEAVE on her body either:

react:

This dress on Jennifer is Oscar de la Renta, and given that she does usually have to sail on the S.S. Dior, I choose to believe it was a last-second tribute. Sniffle.

There were pictures of her smiling, and she seemed very cheery at the event, but this was the best view — at least at the time of this writing — of her whole outfit. And so I envision her standing there, posing, dreading the inevitable raised eyebrows and questions about her new relationship. “I thought you’d be wearing yellow,” someone might say. Or, “What time is it? Has anyone checked the clocks?” Or, “Holy crap you’re dating Chris Martin what is THAT like does he burn macrobiotic cookbooks every night and post anti-health food comments on websites all day TELL ME EVERYTHING.”